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June 21, 2014
Helping the Haunted
Josh here. Happy Solstice to those celebrating it. I had friends in Wisconsin that did. While we're on the topic. I talked to a bunch of Protectorate people and none of them are aware of any connection between events like the Solstice and different effects on the strengths of the gifted. I know people with a more mystical bent rely on the enhancements from dates, star and planet alignments, and geographical features called ley lines. No one believes these have real effects on our mental gifts.
There are a couple related things that do affect the gifted. State of mind and emotions can change some of the factors of the gifted. Some limit themselves unintentionally and only unleash their full potential in emotional outbursts. Again after talking to a lot of people--I'm starting to get a reputation as that nosy guy who asks too many questions--no one suggested emotion can make your gift stronger, just let you use your everything. Then there are a few people who can gather power from other sources to fuel their gifts. Those people tend to be responsible for at least some of the haunting phenomena I've talk about before. This leads me to this week's adventure in the field.
Myron Nath got a call this week. A family had what it was calling a poltergeist. You may recall I had my own activity. Well, this case wasn't that much different. The family had a young girl and the activity was centered mostly on her. Careful questioning determined that she was always in the house when things happened even though it could happen in other rooms than the one she was in. Myron has a theory of why that happens. It's just a little different than my situation. In this case the girl is unwittingly attaching her gift to items in the house and they are acting sort of like poltergeist grenades. That's a really bad analogy, but bear with me. Anyways things happen around the object rather than right where she is, but she is the one doing it subconsciously.
Myron and I went to the house early one evening. This was the first and only time I was there. He was dealing with the poltergeist just as if it was an angry spirit. He has a difficult job in not pinning the bad events on the girl (or other gifted person) too early, if he even lets on to others that the gifted person is gifted. He has to get a good feel for it. Some people could end up dead if he just blurted out the truth. He never knew for how many months that his assistant Sarah could have helped immensely in reading the other people. He still didn't involve her and I kept that observation to myself.
We were in the house. The family, including the girl were in the kitchen peering around the doorway into the dining room where Myron and I were. Myron was talking to the poltergeist and giving it what for. He was speaking loudly but not at a full shout. A school book lifted off of the table and launched at Myron's head. I saw sitting in a chair. Without moving I caught the book inches from Myron and settled it down to the table. It resisted only a little bit. Then it tried to lift up again, but I held it down. Myron didn't break stride except for a slight flinch.
A silverware set laid out on the table on a white cloth lifted into the air. They circled the room and darted in and out toward Myron. I knocked some of the pieces off course, but a lot of them weren't actually trying to hit him.
I can only imagine what the family thought. Myron was dressed the same as that first day I met him nearly three years ago. He wore that medium-blue shade, almost silky, suit with the sort of blue prism shimmering sheen, a crisp white shirt, a suit-matching blue tie, and those most perfectly shined black shoes I have ever seen since or before. He was as immaculate as the suit, not a hair out of place. He stood confident but still showing that friendly demeanor and he spoke passionately about the trouble that this entity was causing these good people. He did and was all of that standing in a growing field of chaos as more items joined the cutlery.
I don't know if it was a good thing or not but I stood up, shouted the word enough, and knocked everything out of the air. This time Myron jumped and let out a yelp. I may have caught him just a little with the force I generated. Things tried to lift and I held them down, just blanketing the area. It was like a much bigger version of when I made the bullet go astray that would have hit Sarah. The girl fainted. I guess I wore her out, or she'd been at it longer in the day, or maybe I scared her, but I swear out of the corner of my eye I saw her glare at me and frown then make a face like she was exerting herself to overcome me.
While the parents took care of her I softly told Myron that today at least I thought the girl was aware she was behind the activity. Myron said he knew what to do. When the girl came to Myron had talked the parents into letting us talk to her alone. It didn't take any effort or pushing. Maybe they were beginning to suspect, or maybe they just thought it was the only way she would talk to anyone about everything going on. So we had a chat and Myron explained she made the things move and got the girl to try and keep a lid on her gift now that she was aware of it. He also said if she didn't, that bad men would come and take her away. Some of you are going to think that's really harsh, but sometimes the truth is harsh. The O.S.I.R. doesn't care how young a target is. Myron will check back with the family and if needed he can put them in touch with a trainer, under the guise of a therapist, or if worst come to worst block her gift until she's responsible enough to use it.
Tags: haunted, ley line, Myron Nath, O.S.I.R., Parwin Chaudhry, poltergeists, The Protectorate, RSPK, Sarah Jayne, Solstice, Wisconsin.
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